The morning light slanted through the windows, catching the specks of dust floating lazily in the air. I adjusted my grip on my green tea matcha latte and glanced around the foyer, already mentally checking off my list of things to do for the day. A little caffeine, a little fresh air, and maybe a moment of peace—just one damn moment where I wasn’t hounded by chaos or them.
But, as always, this house couldn’t let me breathe.
Jace was sprawled across the entryway table in his wolf form, completely unconscious. His massive body took up the entire surface, his tail dangling off the edge. The sharp tang of alcohol clung to the air around him, and judging by the broken glass on the floor and the uneven rise and fall of his chest, he’d clearly had one hell of a night. Whiskey, I guessed. It re
